"You too Judas?"

What in the freaky deaky dutch?! When does the term confidentiality mean nothing in this World? How in the something thats not a good word can people just decide not to take things in confidence and not spread what is said? I don't know. It's a problem that I might not be able to answer myself, but I sure as poop can vent about it. But I must issue a disclaimer that what I post on the worldwideweb is between you and I. Us alone. Between the World, and myself (or something like that).


Never, never EEEEEVER talk to Mark in confidence. The kid will sell you out the moment you turn your back. He's a typical Judas ( x <---- insert knife here!). For peets sake. This really hacs me off. I should have learned my lesson before. Its not the first time this sort of thing has happened. But thats why I'm an extremely trusting person. I believe that people can change. Regardless of their spots. Plus I'm one of the easiest people to earn trust with. Doesn't take much for me to earn what it takes for me to talk to you like I've known you all my life. Thats just how I work. As far as I'm concerned, I'm easy to get along with. Besides my atypical tempertantrums that occur bi-annually, I'm a great guy to be around. Of course, those of you who know Mark, most certainly know his desire to go to seminary to carry out his calling. First, there are a few things he must address, such as his monitary motives, a giving heart, etc... but most of all, he needs to come to the realization that things said in confidence, especially when you become a preacher, means it stays between you, the person who told you, and God. Those are the only 3 people that deserve to know what was said. If another party is needed for consult, it too is for guidance only, and that is also (gee, I guess you could say its the word of the day, so spell it with me now) C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-C-E. I'll get over this stinking drama (I HATE DRAMA!) soon. I needed a place to vent since I can't seem to find anyone who respects confidentiality like you do. Worldwideweb, I sure do wish you were a lady I could buy dinner for. You won't hurt me, you're real nice to me. You bring me my mail, you keep up with all the scores, if I want, I can arrange it that you get me food and clothing, you can work hard at selling things that I don't want any more, and if you wanted, you have the ability to show all kinds of scantily clad girls (which I constantly tell you bad Worldwideweb, bad. I don't need that).


So the lessons of the day seem to be don't go to Mark in confidence, unless you want the rest of the world, and the party you are venting about, knowing what it is you are upset about. The worldwideweb would make one heck of a lady (she loves to keep up on sports, and deliver the mail), and lastly, I'm a real nice guy. Oh yeah, please, no more knifes in the back. The "No Vacancy" for knives sign is blinking. So keep the knives to yourselves. Thank you.

Ok, you in the back....stop laughing. I am a nice guy. What? Say that again. Ok, thats it. I'm going to knock your teeth down the back of your throat, and I will make you say that I'm a real nice guy. Got it? Good.